When I saw you last, talking too fast, with your Gauloises & your Cola - well, it just makes you look older to me. It was dark in there, yes, I know. But I swear it said Bay City Rollers on that scarf wrapped round your neck & shoulders. Were you feeling cold, dear? … Continue reading Piccolo Knives.
October 17th 2018 Jayne L and I are paddling a canoe upriver. The warm, dark water breaks over the bow. There is a long and low, wet, wooden jetty stretching out from the dense green bank. It would be hidden in shadow if not for the strings of fairylights draped along it. We paddle … Continue reading dream diaries…44
The young lounge the hours on the benches of the dead: their carefully careless hair skew-wiffs caps. Scratched and battered skateboards slung at their outstretched sneakers. Energy drinks clutched in one hand, handset in the other. Sickly, sticky-blue smiles on insect faces. You rarely see anyone riding a board these days. The older guys, sure. … Continue reading The Ancient Skate Punk.
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